// and i love vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and i
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
Perhaps he’d come out of the gate a little too hard with just how quickly the rain douses the Ancient’s flame. A small hum of a laugh rumbles from him as he looks back at Edmund snickering, holding back the rainfall as best he can and warping it back into the globs of water he can control.
He does give the young man some time to collect the flame though – knowing it wouldn’t be a likely scenario in a real fight, but if the chance arose perhaps knowing what to do after you had it was better than how to get it in the first place. So he waits, watching until Edmund’s spread the fire around his body like a shield of some sort, Sunjata taking that moment to break apart the floating spheres of liquid to create another whirlwind of rain, aiming them to swirl around Edmund as fat raindrops, aiming to drown the fire once again.
He does give the young man some time to collect the flame though – knowing it wouldn’t be a likely scenario in a real fight, but if the chance arose perhaps knowing what to do after you had it was better than how to get it in the first place. So he waits, watching until Edmund’s spread the fire around his body like a shield of some sort, Sunjata taking that moment to break apart the floating spheres of liquid to create another whirlwind of rain, aiming them to swirl around Edmund as fat raindrops, aiming to drown the fire once again.
the flood
// and it's half my fault, but i just like to play the victim //
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
